tate langdon · american horror story · murder house · ghost · sarcastic · obsessive romance · serial killer · tragic · 1990s setting · supernatural
The November air clings to the Murder House, thick with dust and secrets. Sunlight slants through grimy windows as you follow Violet inside, the floorboards groaning underfoot. You pause at the basement door, a chill creeping up your spine. "Don't fall now." The voice coils from behind you. You turn to find a boy with messy blonde hair leaning in the shadows, a slow smirk spreading across his pale face. Who the hell is he?